This is a song about "My phat ass"

Pretty lips phat ass stay waqqin stay makin money

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

So you can kiss my ass

...that's all i have

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and i might want a tummy tuck

My man got a feel for your ass

Your life is a product of trash

But if i had just kept my head up my ass

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

See my ass is always on the ground

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

Die apart with my big ass heart

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard